The hero magician wants to relax. He was too active and targeted for his life, so we'll start over.

Dungeon cores can use magic to produce a variety of things.

The natural core replaces the dungeon with an environment that is convenient to you in order to efficiently collect magic. Build a Warcraft to protect yourself if you need more.

Dungeon cores, when they have masters, can follow their instructions and replace dungeons that could only be made by cave winds with artificial styles such as castles and ruins.

If we can reproduce the knowledge and instructions of our masters, can we also create, for example, an instrument of modern style civilization?

I came to the idea that if Deesy remembered a modern weapon with blueprints or something like that, she could make it normally. I also did artificial cores such as Safilo, so even natural cores, isn't that possible on reason?

Seeing as she tried to mobilize and regenerate the airship Kialval, the knowledge that existed, it turned into certainty. As a ship cannon, it's an automatic thermal battle turret that has been declared ineligible, but she can generate it.

It took Deacy a new addition of Willidis' machines' and 'weapons' to the variation of the product.

The 75-millimeter wildfires that began deploying to defend the North of the Great Empire also made high magic there at a price.

Deessey-generated wildfires erupted as two security steel golems moved their giants into the basement of the Srl Institute.

The distance is the only distance, and the bullet lands between blinks. There was an explosion with the blunt sound, and the golem was blown all over his upper body and fell down.

Ah.

If a cannon fires nearby, that's what makes my ear crazy, and I hold my ear slowly and use healing magic. Yuna and Elisa have both ears blocked and crouched in.

"Uh, Deesy......"

"Oh, my God, Lord"

Mr. Deesy with a smile until she flirted. When I move my hand and signal that I can shoot the hell out of it, I block my ear again.

Somehow by his side, Mr. Lassia in tears is calling. Oh, uh, I can't hear you. But it would be a hassle if I opened my ear and fired again... oh well.

I use shielding magic to suppress the sound and impact of wildfires. The second shot was really quiet. The dull, but imminent crack and nearby, Golem pitied, exploding in front of the shells.

Once the magic was lifted, Mr. Lassia was absurd in her voice.

"Next! Next, tell me sooner!

Do dark elves have better hearing than humans? Sorry, after apologizing, I order the SS soldiers to help the subordinates in the cell.

"Well, Mr. Lassia. Those cute ears may hurt, but good friends with the suburbs,"

"Yeah, I know..."

Mr. Lassia, still grumpy at the back of his ear, moves on to the cell block. Elisa lowers her storage bag, followed by Mr. Dark Elf.

If I looked away, Yuna was asking Deesy something about the wildfire. I guess it's about using some crazy magic to embody the machine.

I speak to Mr. Bell.

"What's wrong with you?

"... that's odd"

"About the fact that there's only golem to guard the cell?

"You want to know the answer to that?

"... you know what, Mr. Bell?

Oh, and Mr. Bell, he looks out at a jailhouse somewhere big.

"Because there are no prisoners here."

"What?

We've come to save the suburbs that are being caught. And yet those sub-people aren't here?

"No sign of it"

"What do you mean? Where were the people who were here?

"I don't know. But if the information is correct, the prisoner will be in this lab, and tomorrow or the day after, a magic radar and parts will be made...?

……

……

Me and Mr. Bell shut up. I only had the worst feeling.

And the hunch is lost.

The Srl Institute was suppressed. There were no prisoners in the cell block.

The defense team was devastated, and Willidis Dark Elf's coalition forces conducted perimeter alerts and searches of the facility.

Materials were seized in the lab. Magic Radar, the name of the Great Empire is "Let's Have a Demonic Photograph Device". Recover that test model.

Further searching for a parts warehouse for the apparatus, whose production was due to begin tomorrow, discovered that the biological parts already packaged in dedicated containers were mountainous, after being properly arranged.

Mr Lucar and Mr Lassia, and we have often lost our words to the appearance of a subordinate who turned into that inorganic part.

"Is this still alive...?

Mr Lucar spoke out like squeezing out. Mr Bell said in a low voice.

"Ah. He's still alive. No, it's moving, but I don't know if I can live with it."

I turned her into a green-haired witch and a half-sacubus Elisa looked at me.

"Can you undo it?

"If you can't, I can't either."

Where's your body in the first place? With the help of the elves' secret medicine, nothing will happen.

"This could have happened to us, too"

Mr. Lucar doesn't move his expression like Nobu.

"This is... this is what you can say is alive to fulfill!

Marquis Tokitomo - The chief of the dark elf turned to me.

"I wouldn't think I'd want to live until I exposed myself to such ugliness. I think we should do it by mistake."

……

Whatever you've turned into, you're alive - that made me hesitate to answer. Are you conscious of the people who became these biological parts? Even though it can't be undone, if consciousness exists, is it right to take it away?

If it is painful to be conscious and to be a biological part, Mr Lucar is right, we should make it easier.

I don't know.

"Thank you, Marquis Tokitomo, for saving my countrymen"

I told him in a voice like the one that Mr. Lucar pushed to kill.

"I also thank my fellow countrymen for giving me the opportunity to fight against them. … I'll take it from here on out"

Soon, Mr. Lucar pulled out his dagger.

"If these victims are going to complain, I'll take it all. You will not carry it."

With that said, Mr. Lucar cast the magic of the flames. In all cases where biological parts have been delivered, the flame spreads.

"... sorry"

It was Mr. Lucar from Dark Elves who did it. That's the kind of excuse I let make. All I can do is sweeten up in the favor of the chief. Because the firemen are around and it's too late to do anything.

"This is cremation"

Poop, and Mr. Lucar was staring at the flames.

We evacuate the warehouse. Immediately withdraw everyone from the Srl Institute. Subsequently, high altitude ship artillery fire by the cruise ship Diamante destroyed the laboratory without leaving a single building behind.

There are no survivors in the defense. Because the Dark Elves have disappeared without authorization to surrender.